You postin pics, you’re jarred, your a total retard
Findin’ it too hard, to guard? while my lyrics bombard?
With my lyrics, you’re scarred, drivin’ you to the graveyard
Betta’ play the victim card, and get back to the mental ward
With what you have expressed, the J’s not impressed
Your lyrics are messed, and you’re totally depressed
Yet you are so obsessed, tryin’ to prove that you’re abreast
With what it takes to be a rapper, something you never possessed
Postin’ pics now kid? You would wish you never did
Such a child-like bid, it aint sellin’ for one quid
You tried hard but backslid, why acted so stu-pid?
Your own efforts you undid, I didn’t even bat my eyelid
Enough of your poetic pap, cut the crap now, asap
You’re stuck in a mousetrap, dumbfounded by my rap slap
Breathless and broken, like you’ve just run a mile
Time for the J to give you a taste of his own style
Swagga’ you call it brit? it aint nothin’ but a bunch of s’hit
Still dyin’ to prove you’ve got it, not worth a spit, you half-wit
My lyrics are floodlit, in the business you’re misfit
Maybe you’ll make some sense, if you start writin’ in sanskrit
Take yo’ time kid, now go and sit, and seriously think about it
If coffee aint workin’ for you, smell a monkey’s arm-pit
Dumber than a box of rocks, face like a dropped meat pie
Speakin’ of sneaky peaks and lyrics being sky-high
Two like you I can diss, while I take a piss, as we speak llama
Enough of your yelpin’, it aint helpin’, your lyrics are weak llama
J done totally slay it, but you wont say it, the J is totally unique llama
The lyrics are killin’, style chillin’, and J’s got the technique llama
